Something feels missing
Among these temperate lies
These facilitated ties
Perhaps,
The feeling of absence
Is due to a newfound want
Of acceptance, of hope
And so,
Something feels missing
A space on the plains
Vacuumed clean, waiting
For a stroke of the brush
To fill in the blank with
Color! Texture. Creation,
Something substantive
Yet,
The quality of a vacuum
Is that it cannot ever be filled
This something that feels missing
A perpetual nagging
Like a hollow ringing
In the overtones of an ever-playing
Song.